Riding Car Cars Lesson

Its now the day after my first driving lesson with my dad. Wow! That had to have been one of the worst days of my life. My dad could barely give me any instruction without screaming at me. I will never pass his crazy tests. My father is the kind of man who focuses on primarily his work and spends little to no time with his kids. But he thought that him giving me these lessons was his part of his parental duties and he knew this would be better then wasting his money on a professional instructor. Anyways while sitting behind the wheel my dad decided that in order to pass the two mandatory tests of driving which were the DMVs and his own, I was going to have to focus on driving twenty-four-seven. Yeah for me. My dad started by giving me a fake test he made and well lets just say it focused more on choosing the right insurance group rather then how to switch the car into gear. You would think my instruction would take center stage in the matter.I mean ifI knew how to drive correctly I would not even need to use my insurance group. So like I was saying it was all about the insurance group and what information to give a person you got in an accident with. When I found a way to pass his ridiculous test he decided to focus on my driving instruction lessons. We sat in the car while I correctly switched lanes and correctly signaled to all the other drivers. I figured he would probably be easier on me if I just did exactly what he said when he said it no arguments. When I had finally proven myself to him he took me straight to the DMV and we got myself registered to take their tests and I passed both. On the written I had only missed three questions and I got nothing wrong on the actual driving test. My dad was as proud as can be and took me to celebrate by buying me my own brand new car. It was perfect.